David silenced the visions by drawing her mouth to his, kissing her hard. She ignited his lust, making him want so much more. Her mouth tasted of wine and fervor.
He pulled the pins from her hair, freeing the dark blond masses around her shoulders. Her gown slid down to the floor, and he gripped her hair, sliding his tongue into her mouth. It was a kiss meant to punish her, to remind her thathewas in command of this night. She could wear whatever seductive clothing she wanted, but he would decide when to consummate the marriage.
But the moment her own tongue touched his, it became a new battle. Amelia was eager, seeking his touch. She pulled at his coat, and he let her take it off.
“Slow down,” he warned, sitting down in the wingback chair and pulling her onto his lap.
“Why? I like kissing you.” She tugged at his shirt, and when it was free from his trousers, her hands moved beneath the shirt to touch his bare skin.
“Because if you don’t, your first time with me will be in this chair.”
Her palms went still against his ribs, as if suddenly aware of what was happening. “Oh.”
He finished unlacing her corset and lifted it away. Amelia flushed when he left the sheer chemise where it was. He drank in the sight of her large breasts and her slender waist. “It’s better when you slow down, Amelia. When you savor what’s before you.” To underscore his words, he drew his knuckles over her erect nipples. She bit her lip, her eyes widening as understanding broke over her.
David continued to kiss her, coaxing her arousal by caressing her nipples through the lace. With her seated upon his lap, she was resting against his hard shaft, only making him more conscious of what he wanted.
“I didn’t know,” she breathed, and he slipped a finger inside her mouth. Then he used the wet tip to circle her nipple, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
God above, he wanted this. He wanted her more than anything he’d wanted in the last six years of celibacy. She arched as he teased the nipples with his damp fingertips, and her bottom moved against his erection.
He could imagine her riding him, her thighs on either side as he pumped inside her. Already she’d begun to shudder against him, her breathing growing unsteady. He seized her hips, forcing her to part her legs, kneeling on either side of him in the chair. She was trembling against his rigid flesh, and despite being clothed, he was so close to release, he gritted his teeth.
“Look at me, Amelia,” he said, and his voice sounded husky and foreign, completely unlike himself. Her green eyes were glazed over, her lips swollen from his kiss.
She was as aroused as he was, and he couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward, closing his mouth over her lace-covered nipples. She jolted from the contact, her fingers moving into his hair.
“That feels so good,” she moaned, and he pulled her flush against his hips as he suckled the tips. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge, and at this moment, that was what he wanted. To give her the release she needed, to make her feel so good she would forget about all else.
He continued to lave at her breasts, while he slipped one hand between her legs. His knuckles brushed against the dark blue silk, and when he stroked her inner thigh, he felt her shiver again. He cupped her intimately, his hands against her damp opening. She was more than ready to accept him inside her.
When he entered her with one finger, she cried out, her breath panting fast.More, he thought. He wanted so much more from her. He entered and withdrew with his finger, before adding another. She was shaking hard, begging him, “David, I can’t bear it. It’s too much.”
But if he stopped now, she would feel the fiery ache of being unsatisfied. It was cruel to leave her in this state, and he took her mouth again, murmuring, “Trust me.”
He stroked and penetrated with his hand, watching the way she leaned in to him, her body seeking the pleasure he gave.
But she shocked him when she reached for his trousers, stroking his erection through the fabric. The sensation of her fist closing over him was enough to shatter his control. He shoved her hand aside and lowered the chemise to bare her breasts fully, nibbling at one while his hand tormented the other.
She gripped the sides of the chair, and David stroked her hooded flesh until her body began to arch hard, her breathing labored. Abruptly, she let out a keening moan as her own madness swept over her, consuming her with the same forbidden pleasure he’d taken.
“Take me to your bed,” Amelia pleaded. “Show me the rest.”
Nothing could make him deny her now. He lifted her up and brought her to the mattress, parting her legs. She helped him to undress, and a moment later, guided him to her wet entrance.
His body flared with lust as he slid inside her welcoming sheath, past the barrier of her innocence. She faltered a moment but didn’t deny him the union of their flesh. For a moment, he remained inside her, letting her adjust to his size. She was skittish beneath him, and though she tried to veil her fear, it was there.
David withdrew slightly, attempting a slow penetration to make it good for her again. But she tensed, squeezing him tightly as he invaded and withdrew. It made him even harder, the pleasure rippling through him until he gripped the mattress to regain control.
But his wife hadn’t let go of her fear.
“Look at me, Amelia,” he commanded. “Do you want me to continue?”
She nodded, but the strain was evident on her face.
“Then stop fighting against me and relax.” To emphasize his words, he ceased his thrusts and began kissing her again. The distraction was exactly what she needed. She invited him closer, her tongue twining with his. And he could feel it when her inner walls softened, not clenching him quite so hard. Gently, he nudged his hips against hers and was rewarded with a startled sigh.
He kissed a path down her throat to her breasts. He took a swollen nipple into his mouth, and she shuddered, her bodyresponding as he withdrew by a fraction of an inch and her silken depths accepted him once more.
